Dual Rebirth Novels & Stories

The moment I was blasted awake by nonstop phone calls, I knew I had been reborn. I smashed my phone into pieces without hesitation. In my previous life, Elijah Cook had courted disaster. He secretly embedded pirated software bought online into the security program. The security system collapsed under a virus attack, and the cryobank began to warm. He cried and begged me to save him. I knew that the cryobank had just received the last vial of sperm from a powerful heir who had become infertile. It was his final chance to have a bloodline

"When I left Moretti, I had already returned everything I owed. The things you want to give me now were things I didn’t want three years ago. I want them even less now." The light in Adrian’s eyes cracked. "What about me?" he whispered. "You won’t even give me a chance to apologize?" "Apologizing is your choice. Accepting it is mine." His fingers curled around the edge of the window, and his voice nearly shook. "Elena, I wronged you in the last life too, didn’t I?" I lifted my eyes. Adrian stared at me as if he had finally caught the answer he feared most. "You remember too," he said. "You were reborn too."

She marches out of her room as the two maids follow behind their mistress. "Miss, be careful," one of the maids cautioned, her voice laced with concern, as Autumn's pace quickened with a mix of anxiety and trepidation. This was the moment she had been dreading - facing her father after her rebirth. The last time they spoke, his words had cut deeper than any knife, disowning her and leaving her for dead in the den of social suicide.

He muttered hoarsely, "This can't be. Meg wouldn't do something like this…" But the solid proof—complete with familiar profile pictures—left him with no room for denial. He jerked his head up, his eyes filled with agony and regret, unable to believe that the sister he had always doted on could be so vicious. He wondered if Evelina would still be alive if he hadn't been reborn, if she had managed to take the Moonviolet serum like she did in her last life. Maia's gaze was icy as she pulled a voice recorder from her pocket and pressed play with deliberate force.

They were tiny, pink, and perfect. I reached out, needing to touch them and make sure they were real. Dalila smiled at me. "Let’s take them to the nursery," she said. I followed her, not wanting to look away from my babies, not even for a second. For a moment, I forgot about Talia. I was so happy I could barely breathe. Dalila tucked the twins into their cribs and fussed over them for a second. Then she turned to me, serious. "The rebirth ritual is starting now," she said. "You can’t go back in there until it’s finished."

"I want 51% controlling shares." "It's all yours," he said with a smile, holding out the ring. "My heart has always been your wholly owned subsidiary." This time, there was no hesitation, doubt, or fear because I knew this wasn't the tragedy of my past life repeating itself. Instead, this was the beginning of my new life. "Deal." I held out my hand as the man who loved me without reservation slid the ring onto my finger. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, wrapping us in its bright, warm embrace. The ghosts of my past life were finally gone, and I was truly reborn.

His restraint held firm, letting space breathe between us. “I remember waking up on that private jet,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “The first day of this second life. I was terrified. I thought rebirth was my punishment - a chance to relive the pain so I could finally escape it. I planned everything. The contract. The revenge. The quiet exit with my freedom secured.” Another step forward, then. Still holding his gaze without looking away. “But maybe… maybe it wasn’t punishment. Maybe it was a second chance to find something real. Not just survival. Not just revenge. But this.”

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

“Don’t you see? I can control human emotions. I have an army of angels. I am higher and more powerful than him now, and now you still choose to reconcile with him rather than to your own brother?” “We are twins. You are death and I am life” “How can you become life?” “I am the rebirth of everything. The rebirth of the new angels and the new humanity” I laughed at what he said because he will never be the rebirth. All he wants is chaos because he is hungry for power and the throne. That makes him ambitious.

I was going to make him suffer so that death would be an easier option out, but even then, he wouldn't reach the alluring hands of the angel of death. Reapers are born of rebirth. They become something completely worse when they come back to life, left without humanity and the intense desire to hunt and survive. But I wasn't stupid. Over the years, I'd taken my time to study how they worked and guess what, I figured it all out. Your humanity leaves you when you die and you come back as a completely different person. What if I took the part of me that is Shannon? The good parts and leave it in my talisman, so it'll come back to me every time I use magic. Brilliant idea, right? Let’s see if it